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[Scene II.]


Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius, a Southſayer, Rannius, Lucilli-

us, Charmian, Iras, Mardian the Eunuch,

and Alexas.

Char.
L. Alexas, ſweet Alexas, moſt any thing Alexas,
almoſt moſt abſolute Alexas, where's the Soothſayer
that you prais'd ſo to'th' Queene? Oh that I knewe this
Husband, which you ſay, muſt change his Hornes with
Garlands.

Alex.
Soothſayer.

Sooth.
Your will?

Char.
Is this the Man? Is't you ſir that know things?

Sooth.
In Natures infinite booke of Secrecie, a little I
can read.

Alex.
Shew him your hand.

Enob.
Bring in the Banket quickly: Wine enough,
Cleopatra's health to drinke.

Char.
Good ſir, giue me good Fortune.

Sooth.
I make not, but foreſee.

Char.
Pray then, foreſee me one.

Sooth.
You ſhall be yet farre fairer then you are.

Char.
He meanes in fleſh.

Iras.
No, you ſhall paint when you are old.

Char.
Wrinkles forbid.

Alex.
Vex not his preſcience, be attentiue.

Char.
Huſh.

Sooth.
You ſhall be more belouing, then beloued.

Char.
I had rather heate my Liuer with drinking.

Alex.
Nay, heare him.

Char.
Good now ſome excellent Fortune: Let mee
bc married to three Kings in a forenoone, and Widdow
them all: Let me haue a Childe at fifty, to whom Herode
of Iewry may do Homage. Finde me to marrie me with
Octauius Cæſar, and companion me with my Miſtris.

Sooth.
You ſhall out-liue the Lady whom you ſerue.

Char.
Oh excellent, I loue long life better then Figs.

Sooth.
You haue ſeene and proued a fairer former for-
tune, then that which is to approach.

Char.
Then belike my Children ſhall haue no names:
Prythee how many Boyes and Wenches muſt I haue.

Sooth.
If euery of your wiſhes had a wombe, & fore-
tell euery wiſh, a Million.

Char.
Out Foole, I forgiue thee for a Witch.

Alex.
You thinke none but your ſheets are priuie to
your wiſhes.

Char.
Nay come, tell Iras hers.

Alex.
Wee'l know all our Fortunes.

Enob.
Mine, and moſt of our Fortunes to night, ſhall
be drunke to bed.

Iras.
There's a Palme preſages Chaſtity, if nothing els.

Char.
E'ne as the o're-flowing Nylus preſageth Fa-
mine.

Iras.
Go you wilde Bedfellow, you cannot Soothſay.

Char.
Nay, if an oyly Palme bee not a fruitfull Prog-
noſtication, I cannot ſcratch mine eare. Prythee tel her
but a worky day Fortune.

Sooth.
Your Fortunes are alike.

Iras.
But how, but how, giue me particulars.

Sooth.
I haue ſaid.

Iras.
Am I not an inch of Fortune better then ſhe?

Char.
Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better
then I: where would you chooſe it.

Iras.
Not in my Husbands noſe.

Char.
Our worſer thoughts Heauens mend.

Alexas.
Come, his Fortune, his Fortune. Oh let him
mary a woman that cannot go, ſweet Iſis, I beſeech thee,
and let her dye too, and giue him a worſe, and let worſe
follow worſe, till the worſt of all follow him laughing to
his graue, fifty-fold a Cuckold. Good Iſis heare me this
Prayer, though thou denie me a matter of more waight:
good Iſis I beſeech thee.

Iras.
Amen, deere Goddeſſe, heare that prayer of the
people. For, as it is a heart-breaking to ſee a handſome
man looſe-Wiu'd, ſo it is a deadly ſorrow, to beholde a
foule Knaue vncuckolded: Therefore deere Iſis keep de-
corum, and Fortune him accordingly.

Char.
Amen.

Alex.
Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make mee a
Cuckold, they would make themſelues Whores, but
they'ld doo't.
Enter Cleopatra.

Enob.
Huſh, heere comes Anthony.

Char.
Not he, the Queene.

Cleo.
Saue you, my Lord.

Enob.
No Lady.

Cleo.
Was he not heere?

Char.
No Madam.

Cleo.
He was diſpos'd to mirth, but on the ſodaine
A Romane thought hath ſtrooke him.
Enobarbus?

Enob.
Madam.

Cleo.
Seeke him, and bring him hither: wher's Alexias?

Alex.
Heere at your ſeruice.
My Lord approaches.
Enter Anthony, with a Meſſenger.

Cleo.
We will not looke vpon him:
Go with vs. Exeunt.

Meſſen.
Fuluia thy Wife,
Firſt came into the Field.

Ant.
Againſt my Brother Lucius?

Meſſen.
I: but ſoone that Warre had end,
And the times ſtate
Made friends of them, ioynting their force 'gainſt Cæſar,
Whoſe better iſſue in the warre from Italy,
Vpon the firſt encounter draue them.

Ant.
Well, what worſt.

Meſſ.
The Nature of bad newes infects the Teller.

Ant.
When it concernes the Foole or Coward: On.
Things that are paſt, are done, with me. 'Tis thus,
Who tels me true, though in his Tale lye death,
I heare him as he flatter'd.

Meſ.
Labienus (this is ſtiffe-newes)
Hath with his Parthian Force
Extended Aſia: from Euphrates his conquering
Banner ſhooke, from Syria to Lydia,
And to Ionia, whil'ſt———

Ant.
Anthony thou would'ſt ſay.

Meſ.
Oh my Lord.

Ant.
Speake to me home,
Mince not the generall tongue, name
Cleopatra as ſhe is call'd in Rome:
Raile thou in Fuluia's phraſe, and taunt my faults
With ſuch full Licenſe, as both Truth and Malice
Haue power to vtter. Oh then we bring forth weeds,
When our quicke windes lye ſtill, and our illes told vs
Is as our earing: fare thee well awhlle.

Meſ.
At your Noble pleaſure. Exit Meſſenger.
Enter another Meſſenger.

Ant.
From Scicion how the newes? Speake there.

1. Meſ.
The man from Scicion,
Is there ſuch an one?

2. Meſ.
He ſtayes vpon your will.

Ant.
Let him appeare:
Theſe ſtrong Egyptian Fetters I muſt breake,
Or looſe my ſelfe in dotage.
Enter another Meſſenger with a Letter.
What are you?

3. Meſ.
Fuluia thy wife is dead.

Ant.
Where dyed ſhe.

Meſ.
In Scicion, her length of ſickneſſe,
With what elſe more ſerious,
Importeth thee to know, this beares.

Antho.
Forbeare me
There's a great Spirit gone, thus did I deſire it:
What our contempts doth often hurle from vs,
We wiſh it ours againe. The preſent pleaſure,
By reuolution lowring, does become
The oppoſite of it ſelfe: ſhe's good being gon,
The hand could plucke her backe, that ſhou'd her on.
I muſt from this enchanting Queene breake off,
Ten thouſand harmes, more then the illes I know
My idleneſſe doth hatch.
Enter Enobarbus.
How now Enobarbus.

Eno.
What's your pleaſure, Sir?

Anth.
I muſt with haſte from hence.

Eno.
Why then we kill all our Women. We ſee how
mortall an vnkindneſſe is to them, if they ſuffer our de-
parture death's the word.

Ant.
I muſt be gone.

Eno.
Vnder a compelling an occaſion, let women die.
It were pitty to caſt them away for nothing, though be-
tweene them and a great cauſe, they ſhould be eſteemed
nothing. Cleopatra catching but the leaſt noyſe of this,
dies inſtantly: I haue ſeene her dye twenty times vppon
farre poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death,
which commits ſome louing acte vpon her, ſhe hath ſuch
a celerity in dying.

Ant.
She is cunning paſt mans thought.

Eno.
Alacke Sir no, her paſſions are made of nothing
but the fineſt part of pure Loue. We cannot cal her winds
and waters, ſighes and teares: They are greater ſtormes
and Tempeſts then Almanackes can report. This cannot
be cunning in her; if it be, ſhe makes a ſhowre of Raine
as well as Ioue.

Ant.
Would I had neuer ſeene her.

Eno.
Oh ſir, you had then left vnſeene a wonderfull
peece of worke, which not to haue beene bleſt withall,
would haue diſcredited your Trauaile.

Ant.
Fuluia is dead.

Eno.
Sir.

Ant.
Fuluia is dead.

Eno.
Fuluia?

Ant.
Dead.

Eno.
Why ſir, giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice:
when it pleaſeth their Deities to take the wife of a man
from him, it ſhewes to man the Tailors of the earth: com-
forting therein, that when olde Robes are worne out,
there are members to make new. If there were no more
Women but Fuluia, then had you indeede a cut, and the
caſe to be lamented: This greefe is crown'd with Conſo-
lation, your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate,
and indeed the teares liue in an Onion, that ſhould water
this ſorrow.

Ant.
The buſineſſe ſhe hath broached in the State,
Cannot endure my abſence.

Eno.
And the buſineſſe you haue broach'd heere can-
not be without you, eſpecially that of Cleopatra's, which
wholly depends on your abode.

Ant.
No more light Anſweres:
Let our Officers
Haue notice what we purpoſe. I ſhall breake
The cauſe of our Expedience to the Queene,
And get her loue to part. For not alone
The death of Fuluia, with more vrgent touches
Do ſtrongly ſpeake to vs: but the Letters too
Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome,
Petition vs at home. Sextus Pompeius
Haue giuen the dare to Cæſar, and commands
The Empire of the Sea. Our ſlippery people,
Whoſe Loue is neuer link'd to the deſeruer,
Till his deſerts are paſt, begin to throw
Pompey the great, and all his Dignities
Vpon his Sonne, who high in Name and Power,
Higher then both in Blood and Life, ſtands vp
For the maine Souldier. Whoſe quality going on,
The ſides o'th'world may danger. Much is breeding,
Which like the Courſers heire, hath yet but life,
And not a Serpents poyſon. Say our pleaſure,
To ſuch whoſe places vnder vs, require
Our quicke remoue from hence.

Enob.
I ſhall doo't.

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